[ Granted, their guest seems to be capable of little in the moment. Apart from the whimpering. Some assassin, like a snapped bone shouldn't slow anyone down. It's a telling thing on its own. How much coin for mettle was thrust forward for the assaulting his niece? How much was this a sure attempt or just a warning?
Questions, questions.
She is right, perhaps that is the only reason why Daemon remains paused. Apart from the fidgeting of the knife, he is remarkably still, a foreboding calm. He does not look up to Rhaenyra when she speaks nor seems to directly acknowledge what she says. ]
Well? [ He speaks up after a beat of silence. Tone almost casual as he pauses with a slow tilt of his head. ] Are you not going to address the princess and I's concerns?
[ You know, just in case there was any confusion among them how much deep shit this guy is in.
The man opens his mouth to speak as Daemon bends over as he steps around the servant, looping his fingers into the collar of his coat. Dragging him before the open flame sparking within the chamber's hearth. The man begins to squirm away in the brief moment Daemon lets him go to stoke the fire with tthe kris and leave the tip of the blade rested in the embers.
He re-snatches the man by his collar before he uprights himself. Looking now up to Rhaenyra across the room while he holds their captive not unlike a cat who casually keeps a wriggling mouse pinned down. Playing with his food. ]
Triarchy, perhaps. Though the last one they sent was far less dull.
[ Speculating, openly. Thoughts?
For all they know, this is some desperate vagrant. Trying to target Reggio some one else in this manse. Daemon doesn't recognize him. While he might not care to remember most of the manse staff's names, he at least can care to recognize a face. Of those who serve his family closest. ]
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Questions, questions.
She is right, perhaps that is the only reason why Daemon remains paused. Apart from the fidgeting of the knife, he is remarkably still, a foreboding calm. He does not look up to Rhaenyra when she speaks nor seems to directly acknowledge what she says. ]
Well? [ He speaks up after a beat of silence. Tone almost casual as he pauses with a slow tilt of his head. ] Are you not going to address the princess and I's concerns?
[ You know, just in case there was any confusion among them how much deep shit this guy is in.
The man opens his mouth to speak as Daemon bends over as he steps around the servant, looping his fingers into the collar of his coat. Dragging him before the open flame sparking within the chamber's hearth. The man begins to squirm away in the brief moment Daemon lets him go to stoke the fire with tthe kris and leave the tip of the blade rested in the embers.
He re-snatches the man by his collar before he uprights himself. Looking now up to Rhaenyra across the room while he holds their captive not unlike a cat who casually keeps a wriggling mouse pinned down. Playing with his food. ]
Triarchy, perhaps. Though the last one they sent was far less dull.
[ Speculating, openly. Thoughts?
For all they know, this is some desperate vagrant. Trying to target Reggio some one else in this manse. Daemon doesn't recognize him. While he might not care to remember most of the manse staff's names, he at least can care to recognize a face. Of those who serve his family closest. ]